If I Had $100 And I Divided It Among 0 People, How Many Dollars Would Each Person Get? Zero, For There's
If I had $100 and I divided it among 0 people, how many dollars would each person get? Zero, for there's no one to divide the money.
There, I divided by 0 and didn't break reality
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Oh, I've written books on several topics... they're more like encyclopedias in a tutorial format that read like a super long YouTube video.
I'm a prime example of what happens when autism is allowed to go off and pointed in one direction
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, START. YOUR. ENGINES.
text: the sheer velocity of my autism is unmatched
I needed this.
Life has been putting a lot of unwanted things into my neglected mind. Mental health is just as important as physical health
Affirmations for Autistic People
Neurodivergent_lou
Entry 10-5786:
Since our last entry on entry regarding our human companion (Male), a lot has happened:
Starting the day after our last entry about him, he found the human section in our database and found that we had videos of people doing different types of work. "For studying your kind in their natural states," we told him.
After some time, he seemed to be fascinated with the art of heating metal up with fire and banging it with a hammer into different shapes; a craft that seemed to have been practiced by their species for many of their centires.
After looking into it myself, I discovered that one has to destroy a large quantity of valuable resources and burn the end result just to get the metal hot enough to work.
Telling my finding to Steve (what our human perfers to be called by), he replied with, "Yeah, that seems to be a pattern for my species; a lot of work to make something valuable."
A few weeks later, as we were gathering resources from Planet 115-X-18, we found him bringing in resources of his own into the ship, which was unusual for him. We didn't think much of it.
We should've asked what he was up to that day.
Over a period of several months, he renovated his living quarters to resemble the workshop of the person working metal in our database, fit with forge, chimney, a hunk of metal to hit in and a workbench with tools. His bed seemed to be moved to the neighboring quarters. "It'll be fine," he told us after we asked him why he moved his bed.
We lost seem for several days as we heard repeated banging and the faint smell of something burning coming from that area. Steve seemed to be happy, but he smelled like the burning smell every day.
"You'll appreciate what I'm up to," he told us at meat time.
The day after that, he showed up what he made: a knife
We immediately told him he wasn't allowed a weapon on the ship, but he insured us it wasn't what it was.
"Humans don't have sharp teeth or claws, so when we have time cut something, we need something to do it for us. A knife is one for those things. It's no different than the pencil you let me have," he told us, then demonstrated what it could do by removing a thin curls off the piece of wood he had with him. Where'd he had the desire to do any of this still make us wonder about to this day.
He seemed to make more and more refined knives as time went on; making more tools to help him to do so.
This seemed to both keep him busy and give us the opportunity to see his thinking process.
He seemed to like certain shapes of tools over others and seemed to learn how to shape wood while learning "blacksmithing" (what he called what he was doing).
These days, he's been hourding rocks and stones that were larger than his hand while we are out gathering supplies and seemed to be working them into a useful shape because the metal of the knife he keeps with him now resembles a mirror rather than the dark grey, black or dark orange look we see his tools in on occasion.
He's given us items we never knew we needed until they were in place. Just the other day, he gave me a hanger to hold my hand computer when it's not in use.
He's been staying dirty, but he doesn't seem to mind; he seemed to have found a source of joy in expressing his own species.
End transmission
So I've been working with chainmail for about a year and a half now and I've gathered knowledge on it:
- making maile isn't for the faint of heart: there's about 1000 rings in my work, and that's SMALL compared to a shirt or coif (hood)
- stained fingers and the smell of metal are normal
- there's more to it than "metal rings go together"; there's math involved, mainly the ratio of the inside diameter of the ring and the diameter of the wire used, which impacts what patterns can be used; there's a lot of uses of triangles, especially with seams; and a whole lot of counting and checking fit
- it's like knitting in some concepts, but it's different in most. Mainly, you're having to handle metal rings that, if dropped, disappear into the aether for a couple of months.
- small and tight doesn't immediately mean it's a good idea. It just means you'll be gaining length at a slower speed.
Does anyone just... forget what day it is and the entire date, and don't really care to figure any of it out.
It's currently summer, and that's about all I care about.
I doubt AI can compare to the years of madness that a writer can go through for the sake of a series.
My universe has permanently altered the way I spend my free time. I've done drawings of just about every character and have plans drawn for every unique item with such detail that I can pick it up years later and build it with much thought.
AI can not imitate that level of devotion to something that's was thought up almost a decade ago.
Abrahamic religions can be compared to a grilled cheese sandwich:
Is it cut diagonal, horizontal, or vertical?
Why argue when it's the same sandwich
This is why they didn't teach us our 30 human rights; they now can play the shell game with us.
Educate yourself as much as possible
The US right now:
Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way way opened to it?
Immortality is an interesting thought experiment. Yes, looking young while being shockingly old is a fun thing to suprise people with, but the concept of time itself would be so terrible that everything would be a blur. Your friend would have to correct you on what happened when.
"That happened in the 60s,"
Really? What century?
"1960's."
Was that during speakeasies?
"No, that was during the 1920's. The 60's had hippies and Woodstock."
Oh, yeah. Everything's been a blur since everyone got a car.
They'd also probably forget EVERYONE'S name because the immortal has been around for so long. So it'll feel like you're doing with your great grandparents all the time.
Henry?
"No, I'm Steve."
Oh. You remind me of Henry.
